That fucking spark between us can go fuck itself sideways with an incendiary grenade.
Then there’s the heartbroken look on her face when I told her I’d kill her if I got the chance. Christ, it was painful to watch, and it felt like I was betraying myself by uttering the threat.
I want to tell myself the woman can’t be held liable for her father’s stupidity of going against the bratva and mafia, but that’s not how things work in our world.
D’Angelo and Sartori kept their daughters hidden for the past two years, knowing they were targets after the failed assassination attempt on our lives.
It’s always an eye for an eye. D’Angelo and Sartori tried to take out three sons of the bratva and mafia, and therefore, the favor will be returned by our family taking their daughters.
It’s only a matter of time.
Four years to be exact. Then their lives will be ended.
My heart squeezes in my chest, the deceptive organ not liking the idea of Aurora dying at the hand of the bratva and mafia.
It will be slow and brutal.
Christ, the job might even be given to us so we can have our revenge.
Bile churns in my stomach at the thought.
I don’t have a problem killing a woman. If the person is a target of the bratva or mafia, they become just another job.
But killing Aurora will test my loyalty and sanity like never before.
My eyes find Aurora, and I watch as she carries herself like a true mafia princess while she talks to Director Koslov.
I should’ve seen the mafia princess in her that night, but instead, I fell so hard and fast. I was blinded by her beauty.
I shake my head and force my attention to my friends, who are watching me like hawks.
“Christ, Misha,” Armani chuckles, “is it safe to say you’re fucked?”
Getting up from my chair, I walk away from the table as I mutter, “I need a cigarette.”
I only smoke when I’m stressed out, and right now, I’m rattled by Aurora’s presence.
I have to get my shit under control.
My friends join me out on the front steps, and Alek lights a cigarette. As he hands it to me, he says, “Why fight it? Fuck the woman out of your system, and when her four years are up, at least she won’t die a virgin.”
I regret telling my friends Aurora’s a virgin.
“It’s been two years,” Armani chuckles. “Her virginity is probably long gone.”
I fucking hate the words coming out of their mouths and, even more so, the fact that Armani might be right.
She doesn’t belong to you, so you can’t get enraged at the thought of another man taking her virginity.
Still, unreasonable anger fills my chest.
Alek has to light another cigarette because there’s no way I’m sharing this one. I need all the nicotine I can get my hands on.
Those wounded green eyes and the stunning smile fading on her lips.
Christ, she didn’t even try to hide her pain and shock, which confirms she wasn’t aware of my identity the night of the attack.
“What is it about the girl that gives you such a hard-on?” Alek asks.